Chapter 17—Jessica: Jesus and vodka
“Why aren’t you on your call?”
Lori is lying on the floor, an angry scowl on her face. “I don’t want to do it anymore. I’m tired.”
I pick up a piece of the confetti. It’s what I feared. Bits of the math paper she has to finish by the end of the school day.
“Lori? What happened to your math paper?”







